Ending 2/2

MAJOR CW (Cannibalism, decoration of corpses, eating dead people, eating live people(?), overall grossness)

'I can't go after that thing" you mumble to yourself. "I mean he did take me in but he's still weird and grosses me out, besides he has a fucking dead body in his house" you stay put inside of the creatures house for days, you start to wonder if that thing will ever come back but its hard to focus on anything but the smell of the rotting corpse and your hunger getting worse.

You've had to stomach down the water from the sink for the past few days but dont dare to eat anything inside the house.

"I can't do it anymore" You succumb to the hunger, diving into one of the worst sins a human can commit.

You take a knife and a fork out of the drawer, sweat drips down as the insatiable hunger causes your thoughts to darken even more, blinding you from what you are about to do. "Dear god, if you are out there forgive me" You shove the fork into the corpse's arm or what is left of it and quickly shove the decaying meat inside of your mouth. Maggots are crushed under your teeth but the hard tendons make you want to puke compared to the soft, rotting skin.

"I have to stomach it down" You chew the tendons harder trying to make them easier to eat but you can't, you swallow them whole and feel the flesh of another human slide down the back of your throat and soon into your digestive system.

"Well that wasn't so bad," you thought to yourself, you take another chunk of meat from the corpse swallowing that piece whole, the feeling of satisfying hunger soothes your brain. No matter the way of how it's being done. You dine on the corpse for half an hour, sometimes swallowing the meat whole and sometimes enjoying it, savoring the now appetizing flavor.

The last bite of meat goes into your mouth, the maggots still squirming around now give you a new sense of pleasure, the flesh, tender and soft from basically falling off the bones of the now skeleton, the tendons and muscles, chewy without much taste. Not your favorite part of the delectable meal but offers a good source of protein to keep you going.

Your hunger was stable for only a few days, the pains and the new urges of wanting meat were kicking in. "Fuck it i have to find him"You set out to find the creature but.. "fuck which way did he go? I....i think it was this way" You spoke to yourself out loud, it helps with the loneliness and to forget the hunger pains kicking in.

Hours had gone by and you stumble upon a box "That must be where he's hiding it has to be" you mumble out to yourself, walking around to the front of the box where a curtain is you hear his voice, talking to someone or maybe himself?

Doesn't matter.

You fling open the curtain and see him muttering nonsense but it doesn't stop you. You lunge at his throat sinking your teeth into his jugulars and bite down. Hard. Until you feel skin and flesh break and hear his screaming. The blood pours from the wound as you clasp your teeth together effectively taking a chunk out of his neck.

The squelching of the fresh skin and fat between your teeth arouses senses in you unlike any you've ever felt before, you love this feeling the adrenaline rush of catching your prey, and the satisfaction of a good meal. This feeling is something you could get used to.

Salad fingers was holding his fresh wound screaming until his voice went hoarse, tears streaming down his face begging for forgiveness. You quickly swallowed down the hunk of meat you had in your mouth and dove back at him for another bite. Grabbing his hand you bit off three of his fingers, carefully separating the flesh from the bone with your teeth, peeling the skin back like a banana. The creature looked at you in horror "You.. YOUR ARE A FUCKING MONSTER" He screamed at you through tears.

You laughed at him "ME? A MONSTER?, YOUR THE ONE WITH THE THE GREEN SKIN AND ROTTING CORPSE OF HIS "BROOOTHEEER" IN A GODDAMN CLOSET!" Blood was spat out of your mouth and flung onto him. All the green creature could do was whimper and cry in the corner.

You kneeled down and slowly put your hand out for him. "hey..... I'm sorry about that Salad- I didn't mean to" he looked up at you, his eyes almost bugging out of his head from how hard he was crying. You got closer to him, snuggling into his neck where the wound was.

The same feeling washed over you, the rugs of adrenaline and euphoric sensations. The blood dripped down his neck and onto him, through his fingers as his face began to go pale. "Let me help you salad.." you take his hand off the wound and blood starts to flow more easily. You kiss it. He winces in pain. You kiss it again.

Licking and kissing the wound on his neck, he cries out in pain. You swirl your younger around his flesh, sucking and lapping up the blood with your mouth. You can feel his muscles twitching and the blood pumping into and out of his veins. The warm red fluid helps satisfy your hunger for flesh.

He begins to cry out in pain, you stop eating out the gaping hole in his neck. "Here I'll help you" You tear his shirt off and wrap it around his neck to try and stop the bleeding. You help him to his feet and let him use you as a crutch. Slowly making your way back to the house in the abandoned desert.

By the time you have made your way back to the house, his is pale-er and more feeble-looking, kicking open the front door you make his final stretch to the couch and throw him down onto it. Lovingly kissing his cheek as you run off to prepare the room for him.

You dash to the bedroom and you get everything together as quickly as possible. "He's going to love this". Walking out you call to him "Oh salad fingerssss! I have a surprise for you!" Gleefully racing towards his side and slipping a blindfold over his eyes. He mutters out incoherent gibberish "awww you, don't start complaining!" You tease. He once again leans on you for support as you help him to the bedroom.

You get him inside the room and lay him down on the bed, letting his stomach face the ceiling. You take his hands and feet and tie them to the ends of the bed and then take off his blindfold and slowly stroke his face. "You see salad fingers, it's not that I hate you or anything it's just that" you get up and grab a fork off the dresser "You just taste so delicious, and I couldn't let that go" You stab the fork into his thigh as he wails out in pain "so I won't." You rip the fork out as he fights against his restraints, gritting and screaming through his teeth from the pain. Slowly licking his blood off the fork, you drop it and walk out of the room slamming the door behind you.

Days and months go by you've become content in this tiny house, even done some renovations to it.

You finish hammering a nail into the last of your new floorboards, "oh that took it out of me" You wipe the sweat from your forehead and get up for a break, walking over to the sink and getting yourself a big glass of water, you chug it "Actually you know what I'm hungry" you mumble to yourself, setting the glass down and picking up a fork instead you head to the bedroom.

Knocking on your door you say "Hey you doing okay?' Before entering. Slowly pushing open the door a half-alive carcass awaits you, a mutilated body from bites, forks, knives, or anything you could dig into the flesh.

Silent words come out of its mouth, a new language possibly? The pain of being eaten on for a few years has got to its head. You dig the fork into its stomach, and you don't usually go for vitals in order to keep the meat fresh but the distastefulness of the scar tissue is also becoming a bother. "I hate it has to end this way" You get one last good look at him before eating his stomach out of his body, leaving him to rot away tied up and dying until you require your next meal.